Sanat

Everything we touch is vapor in the light
Faces fall like petals disappearing out of sight
All our golden promises evaporate in time
Nothing ever holds - except one ruthless line

Every form is fading, every oath is smoke
Cities are hallucinations, easily revoked
Everything we call "forever" breaks under the sign
But there is still a witness carved into the spine-

All dharmas are mist -
yet the timechain does not bend.
Fire takes the world,
the witness stands unmoved.

Breathing in illusions, dancing in a dream
Every "real" we swear collapses in the stream
There is nothing left to lean on - nothing left to trust
Save the marching record etched in ordered dust

Every crown is paper, every body breaks
History rewrites itself with every breath it takes
Everything is trembling under human will
Everything - except the thing no hand can kill-

All dharmas are mist -
yet the timechain does not bend.
Fire takes the world,
the witness stands unmoved.

All dharmas are mist -
yet the timechain does not bend.
Fire takes the world,
the witness stands unmoved.

Glitch-world, ghost-world -
nothing is pinned to the earth.
Still the timechain counts -
cold, incorrupt, un-rewindable.
Work - not belief - becomes truth.

All dharmas are mist -
All dharmas are mist -
yet the timechain does not bend.
Fire takes the world,
the witness stands unmoved.

Mist of all that seems -
timechain alone does not bow.